He doesn't react, at least not physically anyway. He just stares into the mattress, hand still resting where it is for a moment. A while, OK. That's exactly what he wants, right? He has no idea how long a little while is, nor did he specify himself, but he doesn't care anymore.

This is fine.

Just don't do anything shitty and it'll be fine.

Then with a soft huff, he shifts over a little and rests his forehead to Gabe's shoulder. His eyes slide closed, but not because he's getting drowsy just yet. Just resting his eyes. That's all.